How is it possible that she is not here to get us all through this? Her insightful and relentless kindness was like a tonic that I got hooked on pretty quickly. I’m one of her more recent mates meeting at the school gates. Gosh she was so smart, her razor sharp wit sliced through an M&S iced bun as she simultaneously found and booked a creative in their dream job, wished someone’s dog a happy birthday, chose a dress for the BAFTA’s online, answered a deep and meaningful question from Harry, roasted some chick peas (she always pointed out these were posh) AND looked you in the eyes with the unsaid ....

I see you, I get you, I don’t judge you (I will question you a lot about your opinions though, but if you know yourself well enough we will laugh together - at you - and your opinions).

I’m so grateful I got to tell her I love her.  She inspired our trip to Paris in our PJ's (via a story, props and music at her heated table), my first love letter and lots of dressing up shennanigans whenever possible - as I know it made her laugh. 

Everyone loved her. Everyone shared their intimate and soul secrets with her, but how did she do it ? How did she make everyone feel like they were the only person in her life?  The most interesting person at a party? The most lovely human at dinner? The person with the bigger problem to solve?  It’s something I’ve marvelled at and something I’ve never ever understood how she could sustain - well I got that wrong didn’t I? Still texting with thoughtful detail until days before she died. I think we can safely conclude that her heart is true, it’s pure and it’s the size of the world - my world and many many others. That type of love makes you a better person and that is my gift to her, to be the best version of myself. She would love that.

Love, JWB x